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How did I go froirl of my dreams in my arms?

Jesus, could I get any ainst the barstool

In order to understand, I'd have to go back to the very beginning

You see, it all started…

With the Playboy Pact

Chapter 1

—Ashton—

Eight years ago

“How are you feeling, man?” I asked one of etting a divorce Talk about a swift fucking kick to the balls

He nodded “I don’t want to talk about it

I threw my arm around his neck as we approached ht Your poor balls, bro I bet they feel heavy after that news Don’t you worry, et your dick wet I’ll et shitty off Jack, I’ll be your designated driver” I grinned at him with a cheeky smile “You want to slip balls deep inside soirlfriend busy”—I winked—“I’ll sacrifice my cock for you and take one for the team”

Before I could get another word out, our other best friend, Sawyer, interrupted, “Jesus, Ashton, can you not think with your dick for five minutes?”

“I’uy We think about sex every seven seconds”

“Says who?”

“Fucking Siri”

Sawyer chuckled, rolling his eyes “It’s a myth”

“If you don’t think about sex every seven seconds, Sawyer, then that sounds more like a personal problem”

“I didn’t say I didn’t, shit-face I’m fully on board if Cain needs his wounds licked by a blonde’s pouty mouth”

“A blonde, a brunette, a redhead,” Cain chimed in “Shit, I’ll do all three at once I don’t have a preference”

“Now that’s the spirit!” I exclai into the driver’s seat of ot in the front and Sawyer in the back

We were headed to our other boy’s house, Leo, as also like another brother to us We all grew up together in Monteagle, Tennessee where the Southern char like a son of a bitch all the way down

“I can’t believe Leo’s old h with the cabin”

I shrugged at Sawyer’s statement “I’m not He treats Leo like shit This is the least he could do for him”

“Not everyone has parents like yours, Ashton”

Cain’s clipped voice broughtthe dream They loved each other very much and didn’t hide that fact My two older brothers and one older sister could attest to their ability to keep their hands off one another I was the sixteen-year-old baby boy, and I had no problem with that either

“You’re the golden boy You could do no wrong when it coed

“Jealous?”

“That you didn’t get off her tit until you were three, reat rac—”

I slammed on the brakes, and they both fleard

“Ashton, what the fu—”

I snapped around, cutting Sawyer off “Don’t you ever, ever, talk about my mo withone another’s balls “I don’t want you to even think about my mom’s titties As a matter of fact, my mom’s titties are off the table” My stare shifted to Cain “And that goes for you too”